"Then tomorrow, I'll return to the film studio tomorrow," Meng Jingwei said, noticing the late hour and planning to check on her two children that night.
"Tomorrow?" Qiao Ziqian's tone held a hint of surprise. "Aren't you in closed training? Why are you coming back so suddenly?"
Hearing his tone, Meng Jingwei couldn't help but smile. "Why does it sound like you don't want me to come back?"
She had hit the nail on the head. Qiao Ziqian frowned and immediately denied it, "No, I didn't mean that. Of course, I'll be happy if you come back."
"Alright, I'll contact you when I get there tomorrow."
"Mhm."
Qiao Ziqian didn't say anything more, perhaps feeling a mix of emotions and unsure how to respond.
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Ziqian leaned back in his seat. After a moment of internal struggle, he finally picked up his phone, opened WeChat, clicked on Tang Wanxing's profile picture, and typed a few words into the chat box: "She's coming to the film studio tomorrow."
Just seven words. After typing them, Qiao Ziqian stared at them for a long time.
Inside, the devil and righteousness waged war. Faced with a test of humanity, his emotions ultimately triumphed over reason.
He clicked send and transmitted the message.
Ten seconds later, Tang Wanxing sent a message: "Ziqian, I knew you were the best to me."
Her instant reply indicated how eagerly she had been waiting for his agreement.
Qiao Ziqian looked at the chat interface, then finally closed his phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat. He started the car and drove along the sparsely populated road.
Meanwhile, Meng Jingwei drove back to the villa, where her parents were with the two children.
She chatted with her parents for a while and played with the children. Noticing the late hour, she sent them to bed early.
It was the beginning of the year, and Meng Jingwei couldn't bear to have her parents leave Lancheng with Yi Yi and Yi Hang. She wanted to spend more time with them.
Once they were asleep, Meng Jingwei finished her routine and lay in bed, making a video call to Qing Muye.
Music played on the video call as she hugged a thick down comforter, waiting for him to answer.
However, after a few rings, the video call was directly hung up.
Just as Meng Jingwei was wondering why, he called back via voice call.
Meng Jingwei answered immediately. "What are you busy with? Why didn't you answer my video call?" The sudden refusal of her video call made Meng Jingwei, recalling the dangers in Country C, even more worried that Qing Muye might be in danger abroad.
"I was just with some friends, and it wasn't convenient for a video call," Qing Muye said gently, his voice like a warm spring breeze. "What's wrong? Miss me?"
"Mhm, I do," Meng Jingwei replied, lying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. "I just played with Yi Yi and Xiao Hang for a while. The children were overjoyed."
"I'll come back once I'm done. I..." The man seemed to dislike saying sentimental things and hesitated for a moment. "I miss you and the children."
"We miss you too."
Meng Jingwei's lips curved into a satisfied smile.
Then, she asked, "How is Song Jun? Has he been rescued?" As she thought of this, the smile on her face instantly disappeared.
"Not yet," Qing Muye replied, and then added a reminder, "Don't tell Song Ci about this for now."
He was currently in Country C, and all company matters were handled by Song Ci. If Song Ci were to learn that Song Jun was in danger again, it would disrupt his composure.
"I know," Meng Jingwei replied, pursing her lips. Her brow was furrowed with worry, but she forced a lighthearted tone. "Of course, I believe in my husband's abilities."
Whether she believed it or not, Meng Jingwei could only hope for the best.